The Stain

The tea stain,
The you stain,
The me stain,
The lingering understanding that you and I are no longer together.

The feeling of loss,
The emptiness,
The feeling of an empty mould,
The lingering understanding that you and I are no longer together.

Coursing memories no one else knows,
Cold, tepid and scalding,
But it cools down,
As does our friendship,

Steam emerges,
From the abyss,
And then dies down,
As does our friendship.

That mug you gave me,
‘World’s best friend’
A spilled reminder
Of what was once contained.